Monday, February 21, 2011

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Literature "ordinary" as CH.Baudelot. Special

The role of literature in life or heroes of my culture "ordinary "

Thinking of all the thrillers I read, - literature teacher-fallen!, all series that I watch on TV, I often ponder the distinction between ordinary reading and reading scholarly , as the established C. Baudelot (1) : the first like popular culture, finds its roots in the living space of the reader, what he lives or has lived, his questions, doubts, anxieties, joys, and it sends back an echo of his own life or even her makes sense. It is virtually involved.
The second has an aesthetic purpose, within the context of the artistic field takes place through the prism of literary culture and aesthetic values. It involves taking a large distance from the work and objective knowledge of the field in which it is ... It is distanced.

And I thought the thrillers we give life to thinking, overcome fears, joys to hope for, sometimes regardless of their aesthetic composition. I saw the epitome of cultural objects "ordinary."
But it was basically a misunderstanding, this is not the works that are ordinary, I refuse to admit also that there are ordinary works ...

It use made of it that is, sense most laudatory of the ordinary word within the meaning of daily, necessary, clear, current, inherent to life.

In fact we can do as a vital read, and in this sense ordinary literary works deemed .

Thus in the works that I have "studied", some were for me aesthetic object and others, and not least, I had to vital function, they m'aient comforted, comforted, taught, or made just happy ...

We can love, put " as usual", and Molière Simenon, Valery and Prévert, and Tarantellas Bach, Satie and tangos, The Platters and Th.Monk, grammar and crime fiction, Agatha Christie and Fred Vargas, without being ostracized by the custodians of culture.
The distinction is not due to the quality of the work but the vital function it for us.

Dating fundamental hero of my culture "ordinary" ...

According to the poet,
"It Some words give life ...
"The word child and the word kindness
" And some names of some flowers and fruit names
"And some country names villages
"And some women's names and friends
" Add to this .... "

Add to this the hero of my ordinary culture ...

be added to Molière : I am furious when the monstrous egotism of our old grandfather, you shake, brilliant showman, your Harpagon or old Geronte until ... I laugh ...
When I can not make it clear to my students or my students found the utility to remove the grammatical system, "since after all, one learns to speak without it," they say, I tell them Mr. Jordan, I tell them about pleasure, jubilation, madness, not useful, not necessity, not "we must" ...

When the world seems crazy, twisted, rotten old bastard when I turn, Cacambo told me not to lose hope, that a river always leads somewhere, Candide me back to my flowers I could ignore ...
Add to this Voltaire

When I lament the accession to power of a mediocre or a little vexed, success at publishing a pedant of my knowledge, Figaro said "There had a computer that was a dancer who won! "and he spreads my way" all the gaiety of flowers native helped him ... "
Add to this Beaumarchais

When I was anxious for my failing eyesight and my eyes to operate, spoke of the Cadfael simple caring, flowers that soothe, rivers, and even disbelieving that I am the wisdom of God ...
Add to this Peter Ellis

There are writers who are live because they suggest her own life. These are not necessarily those that are characterized by great authors, but they are also sometimes , everyone at some point in our lives help us have the energy, confidence.

Because his music is vital, it renders each a little of its natural vitality,
Because it embodies for me a certain idea of art that draws on folk roots but builds a bridge between all the music.
Because the sound of his accordion is beautiful, full, bright, cheerful but subtle
Add to this Galliano !







1.Ch. Baudelot, M. Chartier, CH.Detrez: And yet they read .... Threshold 1999




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